Before
Title: Before
Author: colorfulgrey
Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Genre: Crack, Romance
Warning(s): None
Word count: 861
Summary: So if that wish came true, was there a free spot for a new wish now? Was I allowed to wish that everything would become like it was before?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
A/N: Unmanageable Taemin is unmanageable. And awkward.
I always wanted to have a girlfriend. I liked to imagine what it would feel like to hold her warm hand as we walked along the Han River. She would be smaller than me, cute, and her hair would feel soft to the touch when I ran my fingers through it.
Minho didn’t fit to that description at all. Not a bit. Then why…?
I sighed deeply, receiving a worried look from said man. He didn’t need to use any words; I knew that he wanted to know if something was wrong and if it had something to do with him. I shook my head; it could mean that nothing was wrong, or that it didn’t have anything to do with him, or that I simply didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t know.
I looked down at my crossed arms; my body language could be interpreted as being defiant or trying to defend myself. That was definitely not true; I just wanted to rest my arms, that was it.
I was standing away from Minho as far as possible without looking suspicious. Leaning against the wall, I was almost disappearing behind the plant in the corner of the little waiting room. I felt like a creep, staring at him and watching him flip through the fashion magazine he wasn’t interested in at all. I tried to look away, I really tried, but to no avail, I always ended up glancing at him.
The embarrassment I felt every time he caught my eyes made me wish I could become one with the wall behind me or with the plant beside me or that a big and deep hole would miraculously appear beneath me and swallow me up.
Of course that wish didn’t come true; instead of blending in, my clothes created a nice contrast to the white wall, handing me to Minho on a silver platter and doing the exact opposite of what I wanted. Am I asking for too much if I wish to be invisible?
For the hundredth time that day I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, wondering why I was suddenly so incredibly nervous around my hyung. Well, unfortunately - or fortunately? - I knew the reason, but why did it have to result in nervousness? I also didn’t understand why I had to stay alone with him in this stuffy insult of a room - to me it looked more like a prison cell.
“Taemin-ah”, I heard his low voice calling me.
Damn, now I had to interact with him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head again and just like before I didn’t know exactly what it meant. I allowed him to interpret it the way he saw as the most convenient.
“Then why are you glaring at me?”
I’m not, I thought and moved a few inches further behind the plant.
I saw the confusion in his eyes and almost felt sorry for him, but quickly decided against pitying him. I was the one who needed help, not him!
After a few painfully long seconds of him not looking away I decided that the green leaf in front of my nose was a rather interesting object and that I had paid too little attention to the fascinating flora of this world.
“Taemin,” he tried to catch my attention, but I continued staring at the leaf. “Why are you hiding there?”
“I’m not hiding.” came my immediate response. I wanted to sound confident, but my voice was against it and let me sound like a 13-year-old boy with the worst case of voice breaking one could imagine. Minho snickered and I wanted to snap his neck.
“Then what are you doing over there?”
I needed to come up with a witty answer, but my mind was blank and I couldn’t trust my voice anymore. All I felt was panic. For the hundred-first time I wiped my hands on my pants.
“Well…” I gulped. “… I… like plants.”
I wanted to kill myself.
I intensely stared at the plant in front of me which kind of became my defensive wall now. I couldn’t see Minho anymore, so I hoped that by implication he wouldn’t be able to see me as well.
Finally I became one with the corner, there was no inch left between me and the walls; I became invisible. Or so I hoped.
So if that wish came true, was there a free spot for a new wish now? Was I allowed to wish that everything would become like it were before, before my palms started to get sweaty around him and before I was able to notice other things beside him? Before plants had interested me and before corners hadn’t been life-saving bunkers, but just corners?
This was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t wait for an answer. I just made my wish, not caring if there was a free spot for it or not and I felt so rebellious, so unmanageable, almost revolutionary - until Minho suddenly showed up beside the plant and caught me off guard.
And so I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants.
For the hundred-second time
Author: colorfulgrey
Pairing: 2min
Rating: G
Genre: Crack, Romance
Warning(s): None
Word count: 861
Summary: So if that wish came true, was there a free spot for a new wish now? Was I allowed to wish that everything would become like it was before?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
A/N: Unmanageable Taemin is unmanageable. And awkward.
I always wanted to have a girlfriend. I liked to imagine what it would feel like to hold her warm hand as we walked along the Han River. She would be smaller than me, cute, and her hair would feel soft to the touch when I ran my fingers through it.
Minho didn’t fit to that description at all. Not a bit. Then why…?
I sighed deeply, receiving a worried look from said man. He didn’t need to use any words; I knew that he wanted to know if something was wrong and if it had something to do with him. I shook my head; it could mean that nothing was wrong, or that it didn’t have anything to do with him, or that I simply didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t know.
I looked down at my crossed arms; my body language could be interpreted as being defiant or trying to defend myself. That was definitely not true; I just wanted to rest my arms, that was it.
I was standing away from Minho as far as possible without looking suspicious. Leaning against the wall, I was almost disappearing behind the plant in the corner of the little waiting room. I felt like a creep, staring at him and watching him flip through the fashion magazine he wasn’t interested in at all. I tried to look away, I really tried, but to no avail, I always ended up glancing at him.
The embarrassment I felt every time he caught my eyes made me wish I could become one with the wall behind me or with the plant beside me or that a big and deep hole would miraculously appear beneath me and swallow me up.
Of course that wish didn’t come true; instead of blending in, my clothes created a nice contrast to the white wall, handing me to Minho on a silver platter and doing the exact opposite of what I wanted. Am I asking for too much if I wish to be invisible?
For the hundredth time that day I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, wondering why I was suddenly so incredibly nervous around my hyung. Well, unfortunately - or fortunately? - I knew the reason, but why did it have to result in nervousness? I also didn’t understand why I had to stay alone with him in this stuffy insult of a room - to me it looked more like a prison cell.
“Taemin-ah”, I heard his low voice calling me.
Damn, now I had to interact with him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head again and just like before I didn’t know exactly what it meant. I allowed him to interpret it the way he saw as the most convenient.
“Then why are you glaring at me?”
I’m not, I thought and moved a few inches further behind the plant.
I saw the confusion in his eyes and almost felt sorry for him, but quickly decided against pitying him. I was the one who needed help, not him!
After a few painfully long seconds of him not looking away I decided that the green leaf in front of my nose was a rather interesting object and that I had paid too little attention to the fascinating flora of this world.
“Taemin,” he tried to catch my attention, but I continued staring at the leaf. “Why are you hiding there?”
“I’m not hiding.” came my immediate response. I wanted to sound confident, but my voice was against it and let me sound like a 13-year-old boy with the worst case of voice breaking one could imagine. Minho snickered and I wanted to snap his neck.
“Then what are you doing over there?”
I needed to come up with a witty answer, but my mind was blank and I couldn’t trust my voice anymore. All I felt was panic. For the hundred-first time I wiped my hands on my pants.
“Well…” I gulped. “… I… like plants.”
I wanted to kill myself.
I intensely stared at the plant in front of me which kind of became my defensive wall now. I couldn’t see Minho anymore, so I hoped that by implication he wouldn’t be able to see me as well.
Finally I became one with the corner, there was no inch left between me and the walls; I became invisible. Or so I hoped.
So if that wish came true, was there a free spot for a new wish now? Was I allowed to wish that everything would become like it were before, before my palms started to get sweaty around him and before I was able to notice other things beside him? Before plants had interested me and before corners hadn’t been life-saving bunkers, but just corners?
This was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t wait for an answer. I just made my wish, not caring if there was a free spot for it or not and I felt so rebellious, so unmanageable, almost revolutionary - until Minho suddenly showed up beside the plant and caught me off guard.
And so I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants.
For the hundred-second time